you're such a dream to me...
not your typical love story.
inspired by Ariana Grande's r.e.m & the movie Baby Driver.
Chris Brown story ❤️
i suck at descriptions but the story speaks for itself. I PROMISE!
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"I know I have good judgement I know I have good taste It's funny and it's ironic That only I feel that way I promise 'em that you're different And everyone makes mistakes"
"She told me y'all was fucking!" Tatiana's voice screeched across the room, followed by the sharp thud of my sneaker slamming against the wall beside me. Her eyes were wild, her chest heaving with anger, as she grabbed another sneaker from the pile. "You got one more mothafuckin' time to lie!"
This time, I managed to dodge before it whizzed past my head, barely missing me. I was fed up—this whole argument felt like a broken record, and her throwing my shit around wasn't about to fix it. "So if she told you," I shot back, my voice cold, "Then you got the answers you need, right? What else you want from me?"
But that only made it worse. Tatiana lost it, grabbing anything within reach—perfume bottles, books, even one of my chains—and hurling them toward me with fury. The room became a warzone of flying objects and shattered glass. "Yo, chill the fuck out!" I shouted, stepping back to avoid the chaos.
Within minutes, Jasai, Reese, and Flaco burst into the room, their faces a mix of confusion and frustration. The place was trashed—clothes scattered, broken glass on the floor, my chains bent out of shape. Tatiana was in the closet now, yanking out the duffle bag she'd brought with, her movements frantic.
"This shit's over," I muttered under my breath, barely loud enough for myself to hear, but the realization hit hard. I couldn't wait to tell her.
"Blaze, fuck you! We're done!" Tatiana snapped, her voice breaking with fake tears. We all watched, none of us buying it. Her eyes were dry as hell, like she was putting on some damn show.
"Thank God!" Flaco yelled dramatically, raising his arms like he was praising the heavens. He dropped to his knees, clasping his hands in exaggerated prayer, causing Reese to stifle a laugh.
"I'll drop you at the airport," I said, no hesitation in my voice. I was ready to get her out of here.
Flaco doubled over in laughter. "Bruh—"
Tatiana's face twisted in disbelief, her eyes wide as she stared me down. "Seriously, Blaze? You're not even gonna fight for me?"
I sighed deeply, the frustration boiling over. "Tati, you know me and you ain't it. We're done. For real."
She laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and cold, like something had snapped inside her. She didn't even bother responding, just focused on angrily stuffing her clothes into the duffle. Me, Jasai, Reese, and Flaco just stood there, watching to make sure she didn't break any more of my stuff. She'd already trashed my chains and damaged some of my sneakers.
Finally, she wrestled the duffle shut, her breath coming out in ragged huffs. She dragged the bag over to me, her anger flaring again as she stood toe-to-toe with me, glaring up. "You're gonna regret this, I promise you," She spat, venom dripping from her words. "I hope you have fun with that little slut while you can."
